Of these two old songs:
I sort of hate myself for posting about Radiohead (what am I, 35 years old? Not till Saturday!), but it’s my blog and I’ll embarrass myself here if I want to.
I think it’s a sign of maturity that I can find Thom Yorke to be one of the most offensive, ridiculous human beings on the planet and still love his work. Is this what they call mellowing with age?